Mashinata and Sukiran, Okinawa

From 1955 to 1957, I lived on the island of Okinawa. This was another great memory in my life. The jungle was magnificent. We had a lot of typhoons and I always looked forward to them as we got out of school. The neatest place to be was in the eye of the typhoon. The quietness was amazing. You could hear a normal conversation a block away. One time I found a skeleton of a Japanese soldier (bones, a rusted helmet and a rusted rifle) in a bamboo field. There were still rusted hulks of ships at White Beach from WW II.

PHOTO ALBUM

A fine Spring day in the back yard. My dad was watering the garden and Jerry and I were playing. He was around 5 and I was 11.

Karen Hansen (I think that was her name) was the first girl I ever kissed romantically - as well as an 11 year old could have romantic thoughts. Thank you, Karen, you were the prettiest girl on the block and you were my friend. The other two girls lived across the street from me. This was taken from our front yard.

Nancy Nawrocki, had stolen my little brother's tender young heart away. They were inseparable. The youngest romance I've ever seen. Her brother Charles was my best friend and her older sister (a few years older than me) was my arch-nemesis and a royal pain in the behind.

	A fine Spring day in the back yard. My dad was watering the garden and Jerry and I were playing. He was around 5 and I was 11.
Karen Hansen (I think that was her name) was the first girl I ever kissed romantically - as well as an 11 year old could have romantic thoughts. Thank you, Karen, you were the prettiest girl on the block and you were my friend. The other two girls lived across the street from me. This was taken from our front yard.
	Nancy Nawrocki, had stolen my little brother's tender young heart away. They were inseparable. The youngest romance I've ever seen. Her brother Charles was my best friend and her older sister (a few years older than me) was my arch-nemesis and a royal pain in the behind.